Mother and Sons Part 3
After that time when Garry came round and had a good time wanking himself off over some naked ladies whilst his brother Gerry and I tossed each other off I seldom saw him. Gerry said that his brother was too embarrassed because he had liked it but didn’t want to do it with us though it didn’t stop him pleasuring himself in bed at night. “I can hear the bedsprings going all the time” he said.
Never mind Gerry and I still had playtime together and I initiated him into the pleasure of wearing female undies.
A couple of weeks after the Garry episode I called round to see Gerry but he wasn’t in. His mother, Ann, asked me in and said she wanted to talk to me. We sat down in the living room and she said that Garry had told her about our little “wanking session” as she put it and admitted that he was very aroused by it. Remember that back then “homosexual acts” were still i*****l in Britain and lots of people had to control their urges.
Ann said that she understood that teenage boys had sexual needs and that it was natural that they should experiment with other boys. But she asked me to stop having sex with Gerry or trying to get Garry involved.
“I know you have urges” she said, “and girls aren’t interested at this age, but once you discover what sex with a woman is like you will grow out of wanting to play with boys”.
I didn’t tell her that I was perfectly well experienced with girls and with women of her age but when she said “if it helps I could teach you all about it and save you from becoming a poof”; well I could hardly refuse, could I?
She was pretty good in bed. Not the best I’d had but certainly a good 7 out of 10 and she would have scored higher if she had been willing to do anything more than the standard missionary position. But she did have a nice tight, wet pussy and she didn’t need me to wear a condom so that was a plus.
After we had finished, playing up to her idea of “curing me” by fucking me, I thanked her and said it certainly was an eye opener but I’d probably need regular treatment for my “problem”. I asked her why she had such a hang up about homosexuality. She asked if I’d never wondered why I never saw the boys’ father and explained he has run off with another man and got into trouble with the Police. She didn’t want that happening to Garry or Gerry.
On the way out I said “well now we know what treatment I need to cure me, what about Gerry and Garry?”
“Don’t you worry about that” she said “I’ll soon have that in hand.”
I wonder what she meant. Gerry never said anything and he still came round for playtime. Looks like the cure didn’t work for either of us.
Never mind Gerry and I still had playtime together and I initiated him into the pleasure of wearing female undies.
A couple of weeks after the Garry episode I called round to see Gerry but he wasn’t in. His mother, Ann, asked me in and said she wanted to talk to me. We sat down in the living room and she said that Garry had told her about our little “wanking session” as she put it and admitted that he was very aroused by it. Remember that back then “homosexual acts” were still i*****l in Britain and lots of people had to control their urges.
Ann said that she understood that teenage boys had sexual needs and that it was natural that they should experiment with other boys. But she asked me to stop having sex with Gerry or trying to get Garry involved.
“I know you have urges” she said, “and girls aren’t interested at this age, but once you discover what sex with a woman is like you will grow out of wanting to play with boys”.
I didn’t tell her that I was perfectly well experienced with girls and with women of her age but when she said “if it helps I could teach you all about it and save you from becoming a poof”; well I could hardly refuse, could I?
She was pretty good in bed. Not the best I’d had but certainly a good 7 out of 10 and she would have scored higher if she had been willing to do anything more than the standard missionary position. But she did have a nice tight, wet pussy and she didn’t need me to wear a condom so that was a plus.
After we had finished, playing up to her idea of “curing me” by fucking me, I thanked her and said it certainly was an eye opener but I’d probably need regular treatment for my “problem”. I asked her why she had such a hang up about homosexuality. She asked if I’d never wondered why I never saw the boys’ father and explained he has run off with another man and got into trouble with the Police. She didn’t want that happening to Garry or Gerry.
On the way out I said “well now we know what treatment I need to cure me, what about Gerry and Garry?”
“Don’t you worry about that” she said “I’ll soon have that in hand.”
I wonder what she meant. Gerry never said anything and he still came round for playtime. Looks like the cure didn’t work for either of us.
11年前
